Her hair frames her face in tarnished-golden wringlets
barely going past her shoulders
her face, long, glowing with elegance and grace
her eyes, an aqua blue so light in tint
you'd think they'd radiate wonder, sperit, happiness...
and at times they do
but at times, they don't...
at tines, when you look closely
yiu can see the pain within.
those eyes that used to resemble peacefull, bubbly creeks
you now see are stormy oceans
with hundred foot swells
battering and crashing into the lonely, lost ship
that is her broken heart.
god, I love her so much.
her flawless beauty brightens my every day
i try to calm the storm
but I fear I'm too late
the damage has been done
And I can do is try
and maybe one day
the sun will come back out